Alexander Pope ( 10 of 261 )
In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
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In pride, in reas'ning pride, our error lies;
All quit their sphere and rush into the skies.
Pride still is aiming at the bless'd abodes,
Men would be angels, angels would be gods.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
Poets heap virtues, painters gems, at will,
And show their zeal, and hide their want of skill.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
For modes of faith let graceless zealots fight, His can't be wrong whose life is in the right.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
The hungry judges soon the sentence sign,
And wretches hang that jurymen may dine.
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
Here Ceres' gifts in waving prospect stand,
And nodding tempt the joyful reaper's hand.
The starving chemist in his golden views
Supremely blest.
The starving chemist in his golden views
Supremely blest.
How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?
How shall I lose the sin yet keep the sense,
And love th' offender, yet detest the offence?
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Fondly we think we honor merit then, When we but praise ourselves in other men.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
Bear, like the Turk, no brother near the throne.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
Nature made every fop to plague his brother,
Just as one beauty mortifies another.
